excerpts...

never mind.

mine pregnancy two

i wore my first pair of maternity jeans yesterday, and they were great. i got a lot of compliments on them. i also got a lot of remarks about how i finally seemed to be showing.

while they (the small group of women i work with) chattered about this, and about how big my boobs are (not that they were small before. booo.), blah, blah... all i could think about was how maternity pants rock. you don't have to button them at all, apparently. it's like pulling on a pair of p.j.'s., and while they're blathering on i'm thinking, "hey, if i get to wear pajamas for the next six months, and have people comment on how nice they look, i suppose the whole bulbing-thing won't be too bad."

granted, tying my shoes is getting harder. and my tiredness is, at least for now, returning. but pajamas are never a bad thing, regardless of how dressy they look. comfort, man. comfort.

and now i'm going to nap.

while eating cheesy mac...

today there was a round table, no one sat at the head. i headed the discussion, but not much was said. reading. a handful of teenage boys laughed at the part where the woman had her baby in the kitchen, bare bottomed. first they laughed that a birth would happen in a kitchen. then they laughed because the boy reading couldn't pronounce "bottomed". i don't think he understood what the word meant in that context. i'm not sure he even knows what context means.

i didn't know how to laugh.

the story is about a family who lived during the Great Depression. one boy likened our economy, our times, to theirs. i almost know how to laugh at that, which only makes me wonder about my own disconnect. do i understand the context of this economic situation? do i know what all this means?